Rebirth of Rebirth

Bei Yu was a little puzzled, and thought he was really looking for him?

Ordinarily, although he knew quite a few people at his age, he really didn't have such a person in his memory.

"Excuse me, you were the one who saved people downstairs that day, right?" The tall middle-aged man bowed and said politely, "I'm here to look for you on behalf of our young master."

Bei Yu narrowed his eyes. He had been in that circle for so long before, and he had met many people around Mo Yunqing. He could tell at a glance that this middle-aged man's speech and behavior were unusual. Although he was also wearing a suit, he was no different from ordinary There is a big difference between the white-collar workers in the company, they are either a butler-like figure in a family, or a confidant next to a high-ranking big shot.

Of course, this is just his conjecture, but listening to what he said later, it seems that it is almost the same.

Bei Yu thought for a while, and a picture flashed in his mind, if it was to save someone...

Bei Yu looked at the man hesitantly, "Your young master... is the one who was in the wheelchair that day..."

"Yes." The middle-aged man smiled and nodded.

"..."

At Beiyu's request, several bodyguards stood outside from a distance.

"...foreigner?" Bei Yu murmured.

No matter how you look at it, this man has some foreign blood, his skin is very fair, his eyes are also deep blue, and his figure is too tall, making him feel like a gentleman.

"If you don't mind, you can call me Lamb."

"Lambo?"

The middle-aged man who claimed to be Lan Bo had a gentle smile on his face, but his posture was very respectful, "My young master is Ye Rong. I originally accompanied him to the hospital to buy medicine that day, but I walked away because of something. Something like that would have happened, and if you hadn't been there, something bad would have happened to him, so I have to express my sincere thanks to you."

As he spoke, he bowed deeply to Bei Yu.

A trace of surprise flashed across Bei Yu's face, but he paused for a while, and still accepted it without moving, and nodded when he stood up straight, and said lightly: "Please also express my greetings to your young master. "

Beiyu's curiosity must be limited. Since this person has someone like Uncle Lan beside him, his identity must not be simple. In a place like the Mo family, he doesn't bother to meet any big shots.

Saving people is just a subconscious instinct. If it was another patient with inconvenient legs and feet, he might run over to help him. Although Bei Yu is a bit cruel in some aspects, he is not a cold-blooded person after all. It wasn't that the person gave him a really special feeling, he probably forgot about it in two days.

Bei Yu's indifferent attitude surprised Uncle Lan, but before he had time to say anything, Bei Yu nodded at him and said goodbye to the beating.

"Please wait a moment." Uncle Lan called him, "Are you curious about what happened that day? My young master..."

"Since he was not injured, he should be fine now." Bei Yu turned his head to the side, and before Lan Bo could answer, he interrupted him with a smile, "There is nothing more fortunate than being alive, right?"

Uncle Lan looked at his thin back in a daze, and didn't recover for a long time.

This young man's tutor, temperament, and demeanor are not lacking. Accepting his thanks like that just now made people feel admiration. If it was a child of ordinary people's age, he probably wouldn't behave so naturally.

But what he said just now made people feel a little meaningful.

……

Beiyu didn't know it, but not long after he got on the elevator, there was the sound of a wheelchair passing by in the quiet corridor.

"Master." Uncle Lan bowed and walked behind the wheelchair.

The young man in the wheelchair seemed to have difficulty in pronouncing it. It took a long time before he slowly opened his mouth. The tone was also strangely slow, as if he was talking to himself, "...Did you thank me for me?"

"Young master, it is better to express your gratitude carefully to the benefactor who saved your life. This is the respect for yourself and the benefactor." Lan Bo said softly: "I just expressed my own gratitude to him. .”

Lamb pushed him to the corridor. There were not many people on this floor of the hospital, and it was not the time for family members to visit. Occasionally, one or two nurses and doctors walked by, looking at the young man in the wheelchair curiously.

"yes?"

Uncle Lamb was obviously very patient with him, and he waited for him to speak before saying word by word: "He said something just now, do you want to know what it is?"

"..."

"He said, there is nothing more worthy of gratitude than being alive. I think this sentence is for you... After all, young master, don't you think he is very cute? Just like you always brought him when you were a child Like those dolls around me..."

The wheelchair was gradually pushed out of the hospital building. Ye Rong lowered his head slightly, and through his long bangs, he could see his expressionless side face, as if carved from ice and snow, without the slightest warmth even under the sunlight.

It was like a statue that had been frozen for a long time, except for the hair that fluttered slightly in the wind, he remained motionless and silent for a long time.

"Alive...?"

It was a very soft voice, and the slightly rising tail disappeared in the wind, as if it was silent, even Lan Bo didn't hear it.

……

Bei Yu sat in the car, looking out the window expressionlessly.

There is nothing more rewarding than being alive.

This is what he just said.

But in his previous life, he died so willingly, what right did he have to say such things to others?

Now that he closes his eyes, it seems that the sound of the gunshot that rang through his eardrums still echoes in his ears. The bullet passed straight through his brain, and the sharp pain only lasted for a short moment, and then immediately kill.

The picture of him dying at that time must have been silent and miserable.

He didn't even have time to say his last words...Of course, he didn't have any last words to say either.

Just thinking about it now, he really wanted to know what kind of expression Mo Yunqing had when he died?

Will there be regrets, or a little remorse?

Everyone said that Mo Yunqing loved him so madly that he even ignored the family business at one point. At that time, Bei Yu sneered, the Mo family was the fate of that man, how could he be as important as the Mo family?

In a trance, Beiyu remembered that before he died, he seemed to hear Mo Yunqing's distant but stern voice, as if his own death made this man completely lose his mind, and it was very, very painful.

But it's impossible for a man as strong as him to cry...

Bei Yu closed his eyes, focused his energy to drive away all those strange thoughts in his mind, gritted his teeth and said: "Call Qin Zhengnan and tell him that I have something to do with him."

What is Qin Zhengnan doing now?

As Mo Yunqing's confidant and staff member, of course he followed the big boss loyally and responsibly. When his subordinate called him, he was sitting in the office drinking a cup of coffee. He was waiting for Mr. Mo to give instructions and heard that Bei Yu wanted to see him. He squirted the coffee out of his mouth.

"What, what? You said that Young Master Beiyu wanted to find me?"

Unfortunately, Mo Yunqing was sitting behind a desk not far away from him at this time, reading documents, and raised his head suddenly after hearing this sentence, "What did you say?"

Qin Zhengnan's hands trembled, he quickly put down the coffee, got up and ran over while clutching his phone.

"Sir, it's Master Beiyu."

"...He wants to see you?"

Mo Yunqing's expression was indescribably subtle, he seemed a little surprised and a little dissatisfied, Qin Zhengnan looked at it, and he broke out in a cold sweat in the room at room temperature!

It's time for this little ancestor to call!Usually when we met at Mo's house, he didn't even talk much, but this time it's good, suddenly he called in front of the big boss and said he wanted to find him, isn't it obvious that he wanted to hide Mr. Mo? !

"Ask him what it is." Mo Yunqing added, "...don't let him know that I'm here."

Qin Zhengnan quickly picked up the phone and said, "Give him the phone, and I'll talk."

When Bei Yu got the call, he only said a few words, and Qin Zhengnan's expression changed!

After hanging up the phone, Qin Zhengnan cautiously said to Mo Yun who was staring at him: "Mr. Mo, Master Beiyu said that he wants to meet those people who hurt his friends."

Mo Yunqing's expression could not be seen to be happy or angry, rather inscrutable, and he asked after a while: "How did he know that you found him?"

He doesn't know this either!Qin Zhengnan roared in his heart, I just received the order on my front foot, and took people to the bar overnight to thoroughly investigate the crowds fighting that day... Oh no, it was the gang of gangsters who beat and beat people, why did the kid ask him for it the next day? What about people? !

After all, Qin Zhengnan was also the top figure in the Mo family group. He didn't need to take people to this kind of thing at all, he just needed to make a phone call and send a random subordinate. In order to please that little ancestor who was not so easy to please, Qin Zhengnan took on the task without saying a word.

Could it be that someone close to Lu Beiyu said it?

Qin Zhengnan quickly denied this idea. He did it in private, as a joke, to teach a few street gangsters a lesson, and the purpose was to please the boss's little lover. If it gets out, it will still matter?

"Mr. Mo, look at this..."

"Let him go."

"……what?"

"Bring people to him, and don't interfere no matter what he does." Mo Yunqing's voice was flat, as if he was saying 'let him eat whatever he wants'.

Qin Zhengnan felt very surprised for a moment, what does this mean?Bring those people in front of the kid, and let him avenge his friends?A gentle and cowardly child like him can only open his mouth to curse at most, even if he makes a move, can he look back with a knife?

Mr. Mo, no matter how much you pamper him, there is a limit, right?What is it to bring a few punks back in front of others, and you are not afraid of dirtying the child's eyes?

Qin Zhengnan complained like this in his heart, and quickly went to work quickly.